Intermission from Doom

[Doomguy]

Given my previous experience with ninjas had been limited to the kind of low budget, intentionally cheesy b-moves that only played on cable in the time when only stoners were awake and the excessive blather of obsessive basement dwellers, and my own personal skepticism on the subject of mystical Japanese assassins, I was genuinely surprised as Kito called me out. He gave me a smug grin that people only used when they knew they were right, and he held his hand out to demonstrate. Some kind of energy formed above his cupped palm, like a swirling swarming of fireflies, before electricity surged across it is a display of control over the element and it left just as quickly as it appeared. I was left impressed, giving my own smile at the nine year-old. It was interesting to see what others could do, and it gave me a good idea what to expect if I ever decided to stomp around the Tangled Green.

"Pretty good" I gave a compliment, genuine I assure you. But I'll stick to my guns.

I was actually thankful, although silent about it, when the blond haired man didn't push the conversation about Omni any farther that it already did. While shooting down topics might have been rude, I had already gotten into one spat about it today and I didn't want to get into another one. And this one wouldn't have a screen between me and them. Although the small part of me that was actually sociable was giving some shit for not at least giving the man something other than a brick wall to talk too.

"Does the general of all demons count as a god? Because I've had to deal with 'im too, in that case. Although when I say 'deal' I mean pump full of rockets. So our history might be different" I turned over to him and gave my own antidote. The battle with the Icon of Sin was one of the few memories that wasn't entirely fuzzy, so it was something I was was willing to talk about in the hopes that it helped with that.

It was at that point I noticed the blond man had been looking at something. I traced his line of sight and saw that a group of people had amassed in front of the shop and were doting over something. It sure as hell wasn't me, I typically cause people to move away in either discomfort or flat out fear. Blond tall guy was kind of strange looking, but even within the mob was people who looked far more interesting. Unless he was some sort of celebrity, which would explain his taste in attire. And I doubted the tyke assassin would want to draw attention. I had begun to wonder if we had sniped the seats of some kind of party that took this place as a personal tradition and I should ask for my meal to go.

when I heard the high pitch squeal of a horrified animal beside me, signaling that someone else was here. And if their reaction to the waitress was anything, it was probably what had attracted the horde of fans. I was ready to turn over to our mystery and give them a thorough mocking for their inability to handle a bit of attention. Then I saw them.

Short brown fur across the entire body, long, fluffy ears that it attempted to hide a muzzle and a red colored yet gentle eyes in anxiety. The rabbit like features caused my mind grind to a halt and my heart to jump straight up into my throat. Daisy. Memories of my pet from what seemed to be long ago flushed, the little creature something I had been looking over and taking care of when I returned to home on Earth whenever I had leave. Ending with what happened when I escaped Hell and found what the demons have left of her. I was so conflicted that I was fighting between sitting their in stunned silence or to walk over to the frighten animal and hug them, saying that everything will be alright. It took me a while to finally realize that I was staring and attempt to hide that awkwardness by downing the rest of my beer.

Of course, it wasn't Daisy. For one thing, Daisy wasn't bipedal and four feat tall. I had to separate reality from my fleeting memories, and try to avoid looking like a fool. That said, I couldn't help but give a small smile as I looked over the legomorph.

Looking back towards the crowd, two and two finally formed together. While the waitress had managed to chase off most the buzzards with the mention of legal action against them, the most determined refused to leave. It seemed that some people just don't understand the concept of privacy. Well, if politeness couldn't discourage them, an angry marine will. I threw on my best snarl towards them and completely crushed the beer can in my hand, and they fled with their metaphorical (and maybe literal) tail between their legs and left us in peace.

Blondy asked the "little fella" for their name, and I chose to wait and see how they answered.